A Devil's Bargain
Without wasting another moment, Zyan climbed into the back seat of the luxury sedan waiting outside the clinic.
His attendant quietly entered the passenger seat while the driver immediately started the engine.
The vehicle pulled away from the curb and merged into the afternoon traffic.
For several minutes, no one inside the car spoke.
The only sound came from the steady hum of the engine and the passing traffic outside.
Zyan leaned back against the leather seat, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
His mind remained in complete chaos.
One failure after another.
One humiliation after another.
Everything seemed to be spiraling beyond his control.
The attendant glanced into the rearview mirror several times but wisely remained silent.
Now wasn't the time to offer advice.
His young master clearly needed time to calm himself.
Outside the window, the city rolled by.
Towering buildings reflected the afternoon sunlight.
